A epistle poem to Him.
Dear Lord,
I await my salvation,
At the threshold of desperation,
The cross too heavy to bear,
Every cell stretched, frayed by wear and tear,
Help! My soul is sinking…
Those I fight for, so ignorant and naive,
Is this my penance, the price of being alive?
Alone I fight, an endless battle,
Need some peace, too much of a rattle,
My mind’s whirring…
My journey hereto,
I wish there was somebody who knew,
Friends, family and foes,
No one here; save my heart and it’s woes-
My eyes are hurting…
I cannot breathe,
I have seen the wrath of the heavens’ and seen them seethe,
I await a miracle,
Save me please, from this debacle,
Are You even listening-
I pray, I plead,
Can You not hear me in this hour of need –
I can hold no longer, no longer can I take,
Will You not from your slumber wake?
Into a dark abyss, I am sliding…
Why do You show no mercy, Why do You not shower your grace,
May this fear that fills my heart leave without a trace,
My heavy heart needs a uplifting,
Do You not hear me calling?
Do You not see I am falling?
You who chose me to bear,
You knew how I would fair,
They said I had to believe; You did care,
And when I did, these troubles to face, I would dare,
And when I did, it wouldn’t seem so daunting…
Well, If this is how You’ve planned the entire length,
Surely to bear, You’ve given me strength,
I will make it until the journey’s end,
I will live it well, mistakes made, I will amend,
You will be proud, I promise; I see you smiling…
Yours lovingly,
I found my way back…to You
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Eúnoia 
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